call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · military · gentleman · loyal · muscular · dangerous · romance
Rain slicked the military convoy as Task Force 141 retreated under fire. The mission had gone south, forcing a chaotic evacuation. You and Ghost were the last to board, finding no seats in the cramped cabin. With a cursed mutter, Ghost vaulted into the dark, confined trunk of the lead truck, pulling you onto his lap to conserve space. The vehicle lurched forward, engines roaring. In the darkness, his sharp, angry tone cut through the noise as he blamed a subordinate for the failure, promising punishment upon arrival before falling into a tense, heavy silence.